It's Poetry Friday, and Irene Latham is hosting HERE on her website, Live Your Poem! She's sharing various news, a reminder of a poetry call, and two spectacular poems about birds. Don't miss visiting! And, thanks for hosting, Irene.
I often visit the cemetery where my husband is, have become familiar with the flora and fauna, and it feels like a haven for all there, and for those, like me, who visit and find memories and solace. It's been twelve years, and I've watched flowers grow and bloom, trees bring new green, then new color, then fill the grounds with crunch as I walk. But one, not a very old tree, an oak, does not lose its leaves. They remain, and were there this week when I went. And so I wrote. . .
No, Not Leaving!
When other trees are bare,
Their leaves have gone to ground.
They don our autumn’s name of fall,
Swirling round and round.
Yet oak leaves dilly-dally
Till spring youngsters take their place.
They wish to stretch life longer
Their “leave-ing’s” sad to face.
Linda Baie ©
If you wish to know the scientific explanation of this intriguing action by both oak and beech trees, "this phenomenon of deciduous leaves persisting past the end of the growing season called “marcescence”, go HERE to The International Oak Society.
And, I hope you saw that beautiful full "cold" moon Thursday night! Awesome!